Page 15 of Consider The Lilies

His eyes sparkle as he declares my punishment. “Then, when Yuki and I have lapped up every drop of slick he has to offer, I’m going to decide if I want to keep him or trash him. Butyoudon’t get to see, scent, or hear him until I’m no longer pissed at you. Do you fucking understand?”

Humiliation isn’t my thing. Neither is the Dom/sub game he and Yuki like to play sometimes, but I can’t help but be turned on. The thought of Stanley and Yuki tending to that sweet omega while I watch sounds like heaven.

“I understand,” I say simply as movement catches my eye.

Angelica walks slowly toward us. I give Stanley a quick jerk of my head, letting him know we’re not alone anymore. He immediately understands, pulling in a calming breath and buttoning the top button of his suit jacket.

“We’ll finish this conversation at home,” he says softly before turning to greet Angelica.

“Sir.” Angelica cuts me a tense look before smiling wide at Stanley. She’s such an asshole. “Your purchase is being prepared as we speak. I took the liberty of marking you as paid.” She hands Jack a familiar pink slip. My winning bid of five thousand dollars is circled at the top with a dark red slash through it. “If I had known you had an interest in the omega, I wouldn’t have put him in the auction.”

Stanley’s expression stays flat of all emotion. “Last-minute decision,” he says, and Angelica smiles at his shitty excuse. “Bear.” Jack doesn’t even look at me as he speaks. “Go wait in the car, and I’ll be right out with our new mate.”

This is a test.

I know it is.

My body is screaming that I need to go with him and collect our new omega together, but I know if I do anything other than what he says, I won’t live to see another day.

“Barrett.” Jack uses my proper name as he turns, looking at me over his shoulder. “Is there a problem?”

I take a small step backward. Then another. “No, sir.” Then, using every ounce of willpower I have left, I force my body to turn toward the car, and I walk, leaving Jack to collect our winnings.

To the Claiming Booth

Stanley

Idon’t know what to concentrate on more: My rage at Bear’s foolish, impulsive decision; worry for Yuki’s reaction when she finds out what our packmate did; or my conflicted feelings at bringing a fucking omega home.

I can’t lie—I do want to fuck him. But I don’t want to keep him. I can’t.

An omega is a commitment I simply don't have time for. Someone will have to constantly watch over the damn kid, and I need Bear and Yuki in the office. But it’s not like I can take off from work either. We have too much going on right now. I guess I could assign a staff member to watch over the omega and hope he doesn’t die from neglect, but that would probably upset Bear.Serves him right for being so fucking stupid.

Why couldn’t he just tell me he wanted to rut a damn omega?

I would have gotten him whatever flavor he wanted for the weekend. Tall or slim. Short or fat. Blonde. Brunette. Redhead.

I could have helped him scratch that itch.

A few people give me a friendly nod as Angelica and I walk past the line of alphas. They’re all waiting to pay their bill and collect their purchase. A few others give me a respectful nod, but most ignore us. Alphas come to the Morder to avoid the ridiculous forced conversations of claiming an omega. Here, you can claim whoever you want, without saying a word…assuming you have the money.

“Kent,” Angelica greets the large beta standing guard next to the claiming booth. “Mr. Stanley is here to collect his omega.”

The large beta gives me a respectful nod. “Dr. Plume is preparing him now.”

I fight the urge to walk right past him into the prep tent and grab the omega so I can get the fuck out of here, but I don’t want to risk leaving any trace of my scent on someone else’s purchase. It would piss their new alphas off, and I like repeat business.

“Stanley,” Dr. Plume greets me as he steps out of the tent. He pulls his latex gloves off, tossing them into a nearby trash bin. “I have a few things for you.” He pushes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a small device.

“What’s this?” I ask as he places it in the palm of my hand.

“He has asthma,” Dr. Plume says, handing over the boy’s one-sheet.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I shove the device into my pocket. I didn’t know it was possible, but I’m even more annoyed with Bear than before.What a waste of money. “He’s not going to die, is he?” But the doctor doesn’t react to my blunt question, which I take as a good sign.

“He’s still young.” Dr. Plume points to the boy's age on the one-sheet. “He might outgrow it.”

I look over the paper in my hand, taking in the omega’s age and basic stats. My eyes pull to his purity level: Certified Pure - VIRGIN. My cock grows thick at the thought of destroyinghis innocence.I definitely plan on making the most of the shit situation.

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